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Apr 2015
Coffee mug rims stained red
Either from her lips or from her blood
They line the cabinets of the room
I used to find myself in with you

The brew in the *** is three days cold
The fridge no longer is
The dishes stacked in an unruly mess
And I find myself at home in the dirt

Please come back
Written by
aurora  26/Pittsburgh, PA
(26/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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